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Ever since /vp/ started making fun of Gen V for nearly killing Pokémon and blaming it for starting the decline of the series, Hilda has been depressed and overeating on cheap Unovan fast food. She summoned the energy to waddle her way to the Pokémon Champions reunion but May and Kris sent her away from the Golden Age table, cringing at Hilda's multiple new chins, the huge, wobbling belly hanging over her shorts, the stretch marks on her round, lumpy thighs. She had to sit with the hip 3D zoomers, who kept giggling at their overweight older companion as she blushed red and panted with insecurity, her once-comfortable clothes straining to contain her jiggly fat.
"Uhm, I think you should consider some new hot pants, Hildy," says Serena, making Chicken squeak with stifled laughter.
Now she's even more depressed about her loss in stature and keeps eating her feelings. Take responsibility for her sweaty belly folds, /vp/. Tell her she's still beautiful.
